That's probably Bill. Yep. Just a minute. A gun! Yeah. Now do exactly what I say, both of you, or I may have to use it. Mr. and Mrs. North, starring Richard Denning and Barbara Britton. As Pam and Jerry solve the mystery, bet on murder. It's a warm Manhattan evening when tall, well-dressed Bruce Daniel steps from his car, turns, and almost bumps into a worried looking little man. At the sight of Daniels, the worry on the shorter man's face gives way to fear. He turns and starts to run. He turns a corner, bumps into someone, rights himself, pushes past, and runs again. He reaches an alley, darts into it, looks anxiously for somewhere to hide, sees a doorway, and hurries to it. He tries the door, but finds it locked. He presses his back tightly against it. Now he waits and listens. Hello, Freddy. Hello. You don't seem very anxious to see me, fella. You're gonna get your money, Mr. Daniels. Sure I am, Freddy. I'm not worried about that. I'm working on something. Yeah, sure, Freddy, sure. You know, it's a funny thing. For a month I've been looking for you and no dice. And then tonight, just by accident... If you'll just give me a little time. All right, Freddy. Oh, say, by the way, you know, I finally tried to reach you at home, but your wife didn't know where you were. Hey, you ought to get in touch. She's worried about you. Yeah. I'd hate to think that you were staying away just on my account. You know, I don't want to make trouble for you. All I want's my money. Five, five thousand dollars is a lot of money to me, but, but I'll get it. Yeah, I know you will, Freddy. There's just one thing. I'd hate for people to get the idea that I'm a sucker, that people can run up debts with me and then not pay off. Oh, I don't think that, Mr. Daniels. Oh, I know you don't, Freddy, but if I'm too easy with a guy like you, then somebody's likely to get the wrong idea. Yeah, but... So I'm afraid that I'm going to have to make an example of you. What do you mean? What are you going to... No, no, let go. Yeah, sure. After I show you what happens to guys who run out, just so there won't be any misunderstanding. You understand, don't you? Freddy. Well, Jerry, where will we have dinner? How about shish kebab heaven? Oh, I don't know. I thought you liked it so much, Pam. Why do I? I'm just not in the mood for Armenian food tonight. Oh, well, there's a good Cantonese place in the next block. Yes, but I don't seem to feel like that either tonight. How about the seafood inn? I had fish for lunch. Oh. We could try Miss Martha's. Oh, that's too tea roomy. Well, golly, Jerry, I didn't know you were so fussy. I'm fussy. Oh, well, don't worry, darling. I'll think of some place you'll like. I'll tell you where we're going, Pam. Where? Joe's in the village. But that's a butcher shop. Mm-hmm. And they have wonderful steaks. We'll get one and take it home. All right, we can... Jerry! I heard it, darling, from that alley. All right, all right, that's enough of it. Let him go! Yeah, yeah, sure. Freddy and I have just about concluded our business anyway, haven't we, Freddy? So I'll run along. Just a minute, I want to talk to you. Hey, I have nothing interesting to say. We'll see. I don't think we will. This could be a gun in my pocket. You better let him go, mister. Yes, Jerry. Well, see you around, Freddy. So long. Anyway, thanks for helping, mister. That's all right. How do you feel? Pretty shaky, but I'll be all right in a minute. We'd better get you home. I'll call a taxi. No. Well, why not? I can't face Doris, my wife. Why not? What have you done? Oh, I've blown all my money, lost my job, everything. I don't know what's the matter with me. I keep thinking this is it. If I hit just once real good... Hit? I don't understand. You hit a winner, you know, horses. Oh. I'm no good. But Doris won't see it that way. Always spoils me, makes me feel guilty. I don't want to mess up her life anymore. If I had the nerve, I'd blow my brains out. Oh, you mustn't talk like that. Well, it's the only thing. I've lost all our savings. Gone into debt. That man, the one that was beating up on me, he's a bookie. I owe him $5,000. What am I going to do? Come on, let's get a taxi. But Doris, she won't understand... From what you say, she loves you very much. If she wants to stick with you, the least you can do is give her the chance. Now let's go. Who are you calling now? Missing persons. Again? I can't stand this waiting, Roger. I just can't. But Doris, they told you they'd let you know as soon as they learned anything. Yes, I know, but... Oh, hello? Sergeant Collins, please. And missing persons. Maybe they got word and haven't called yet. Oh, hello, Sergeant. Mrs. Morgan. Is there anything new? Any information about my husband? Yes. Yes, I understand. All right. Well, thank you anyway. Goodbye. Still nothing. That's what I thought. Freddy's dead. I know he is. That's the only explanation. For your sake, Doris, I hope you're right. Roger. I mean it. He's never given you anything but misery. But don't say things like that. Don't you dare. It's the truth, Doris. You know it is. I don't want you talking like that. I thought you were his friend. That's why I called you. I thought he might be with you. Is that why you called me, Doris? Of course. What else? Why don't you face the truth? I don't know what you're talking about. Doris, you don't love Freddy. I do. You don't. You're too proud to admit that this marriage is a flop. It isn't. It is, and you know it. But you somehow convinced yourself that it's more your fault than Freddy's, and so you hang on pampering Freddy, babying him, treating him like a child. You can't be his wife anymore, so you're trying to be his mother. Roger, will you please... I love you, Doris, and you love me. And I'm not going to stand around any longer watching you waste your life and mine on this weak, no good... Oh, Roger, don't. Darling... Let me go! You're afraid to kiss me, aren't you? Afraid it'll show how you really feel. Oh, stop it, Roger. Let me... Get out of here. Doris... I thought you were going to kiss me. Now get out. It didn't prove anything? Why, you... Now will you get out? All right, Doris. But if the kiss didn't prove anything, neither did that. Here it is. This door right here. I'll, uh... Do you have your keys? Oh, oh, yeah. I want to thank you, Mr. and Mrs. North, for trying to help, but I don't know what good it's going to do. I don't even know what to say to Doris. Just say hello. Oh, who's there? Oh, Freddy, is that... It is! Darling! Oh, my darling. Doris. I guess we better go, Jerry. Yeah, nothing more we can do. Oh, Freddy, I've been so worried. It's so wonderful to have you. Let me look at you. You're hurt. It's nothing. Your face is bruised and hurt. It'll be all right. These people, they've gone. What's happened to you? I don't know what to say to you, Doris. All right. If you don't want to talk about it, we won't. Not now. Come on. I'll fix up those cuts on your face, and then I'll get you something to eat. Then if you feel like talking... No, Doris, I can't. I can't stay here. Oh, please, darling. But it's not fair to you. I lost everything, everything we own. Except the life insurance, because I'd need your signature for that, or it'd be gone, too. Well, perhaps you've learned your lesson. Now we'll start over. But you don't understand. It's not just that I've lost everything. I'm in debt. $5,000, Doris, $5,000. Uh-huh. That's how this happened to me. I see. Well, now, look, you just sit down there, and I'll get the iodine. Didn't you hear what I said, Doris? I owe $5,000. Yeah, after all, that's nothing. Where am I going to get money like that? We ought to be able to borrow that much on your insurance. It's a $40,000 policy, and the cash value must be close to $5,000 by now. Do... do you mean that you'd be willing... Of course. Now, hold your head back, will you? Oh, Doris. Why are you so good to me? I don't deserve it. I love you, Freddie. I can't let you down. I won't let you down again. You're going to be proud of me yet. You'll see, darling. You'll see. Freddie Boy. Oh, hello, Archie. Hiya, kid. We've been stashing the body. Long time, no see. Long time, no see. Oh, I've been around. Say, this is a break for you latching on to me today. Yeah? Hey, what'll you hear? I just tumbled into something that's going tomorrow at Belmont. Sorry, Archie. I'm not feeding the bookies anymore. But, baby, this can't miss. This is the real McCoy. The jockey's a pal of mine. Says it's a breeze. They've been holding secret wake-outs. But this nag is hot, bud. Hot. Hmm. Jockey said so, huh? Yeah, Tony Cannelli. You know Cannelli. He wouldn't give a bum pitch. But I... No, I can't risk it. That's okay. Matter of fact, we're not too anxious for a heavy play. Bring down the odds. I only jived it to you on account of you're a pal. But you don't want to play? That's mellow with me, fella. Uh, wait, wait a minute. You say Cannelli is sure? Absolutively. Seems ashamed. No? No, I promise Doris. Is she gonna sing the blues if you ankle in with a heavy load of lute? No, Archie, I can't do it. Okay, Keat, it's no oats out of my feed bag. Still... Archie? Yeah? What's the name of that horse? Pam? Yes, Jerry? Where's the phone book? Just a minute. I'll get it. It's here in the kitchen. In the kitchen? Yeah. Here you are, Jerry. Oh, thanks, darling. But what on earth were you doing with the phone book in the kitchen? Well, after all, Jerry, you're the one who wanted scrambled eggs. Uh, scrambled eggs, phone book... Sorry, darling, I don't get it. Well, it's very simple, Jerry. I cooked the eggs in a skillet. Well, how could I get the jam for your toast? What? The skillet was full of eggs. But I still don't see... It was on the top shelf. The skillet? The jam. Oh, so you stood on the phone book. Yes. Well, see, Jerry, I told you it's very simple. Oh, very. What are you going to do with the book? Well, this may surprise you, darling, but I'm going to look up a phone number in it. Now, let's see. Whose? Oh, that fellow we took home the other night, Freddie Morgan. Oh, well, what do you want with him? Well, when he was talking with us in the taxi, didn't he tell us he was a commercial artist? He used to be, but he lost his job. Yeah. But I was talking to Sid Martinson today. He has an advertising agency, and they need an artist. Oh, that's wonderful, Jerry. You can help that poor fellow get a job, then. Oh, I'd like to help him out. Yeah, here we are. Maybe this time you'll settle down and fly right. I thought it was straighten up and fly right. Up, down, what's the difference? Honey, I always thought there was. What? The difference between up and down. Well, maybe there is if you want to be technical about it. I'll hold it here. Hello? Hello, Mr. Morgan? Oh, no, Mr. Morgan has been... Jerry! Hmm? Well, Bill! Bill? Bill, what are you doing at Morgan's? I'm talking to you, and I'd like to know why. Say, what do you have to do with Morgan? Well, Pam and I... Hey, look, I have a feeling we'd better get over there. Yes, Jerry, I think it better. Freddie Morgan's dead. He's killed himself. Come in. Roger. Hello, Doris. I'm terribly sorry about what's happened. Really, I am. Thank you, Roger. Especially after the way I acted the other day. Oh, Roger, why did he have to do it? We were going to work things out. Yeah, I guess he didn't have the faith in himself that you had. He probably had some crazy idea he was doing this for me. The insurance money, I guess. Well, why do I care about that? All I wanted was... Shh! Don't. Don't talk about it. I'll be all right, Roger. I'll be all right. Oh, excuse me. May I come in? Oh, yes, Lieutenant. What is it? I'm afraid I'll have to ask you a few more questions, Miss Morgan. Yes? Now, first of all, did your husband have any enemies? Anyone who might have wanted to harm him? I don't understand. The medical examiner just told me that from the angle of the bullet, your husband couldn't possibly have killed himself. What? What do you mean, Lieutenant? Just what I said. Fred Morgan didn't commit suicide. He was murdered. I wish you'd given us a chance to talk to Mrs. Morgan instead of huddling us down here to headquarters. Oh, the photographs, Pam. Now, look. Will you look at the photographs? Oh, wait a minute, Jerry. How about this one? Oh, no, Pam. The fellow we saw had darker hair. And the eyes are different, too. Yes, I guess you're right. Well, let's see the rest of the pictures. If he's in here, we'll find him, Bill. Right. Do you think he's in here? No, I don't think so. Well, I think he's in here. We'll find him, Bill. Do you think he's the murderer? Well, he could be. You saw him beating Morgan. It's just a step from that to murder. Yeah, a pretty big step, though. The trouble is, he was beating Morgan because Morgan owed him money. But Mrs. Morgan says that Morgan borrowed on his insurance to pay off the debt. And if he paid off before the murder, well, there goes the motive. Jerry, how about that one? No, the jaw's too square. Well, we're getting down to the end of the pictures, Bill. Sorry, I'm afraid he isn't in here. Well, I guess he doesn't have a record yet, then. We'll just have to find him and give him one. But if Morgan paid him off... Well, that may get him out of the murder, Pam, but we still ought to be able to hang bookmaking and assault and battery on him. So I'd better put somebody on it right now. Who's that? Shall I go see? Or do you want a gift? Well, it's probably Bill. He said he'd be over this afternoon. Well, I'll see. Hello, Mr. North. Oh, oh, you. Yes, may I come in? Well, I have an idea you're going to, no matter what I say, so come on. Thank you. Who is it, Jerry? Oh, the man whose picture we couldn't find. Yeah. Yes, I read in the paper that you were trying to help the police locate me, and you gave an accurate, if somewhat flattering description of me. And that's how I know who you were and where to find you. And now that you have? Thought you might like a little friendly warning. Friendly? Well, that depends on you. The police are looking for me, and when they find me, they're going to ask you to identify me. Well, I'd advise you not to. But we've already described you. Uh-huh, yeah, and I resemble the description. However, you can still say that I'm not the man. And if we don't do what you want? You have a very beautiful wife, Mr. North, and I'm sure that you wouldn't want anything to happen to her. Nothing will. Well, I hope not, Mrs. North. Now, goodbye. Just a minute. I don't think there's anything more to say. You expect us to protect a murderer? I'm not a murderer, if that makes you feel any better. Then why are you threatening us? You wouldn't dare do anything. I didn't say I would. But I hope for your sake that you don't call my bluff. Don't you think he's bluffing, Jerry? I don't know. Just don't count on it. That's all I can say. And now, goodbye again. What are you so afraid of? Afraid? As a matter of... Oh, thank heavens. Oh, so that's what you've been stalling for. I see who it is, Jerry. It's probably Bill. Yeah, just a minute. Oh, dear, a gun. Yeah, and I'll do exactly what I say both of you, or I may have to use it. All right, fella, what do you want us to do? We must make sure who's out there. Call out, but don't say anything except, who is it? All right. Who's there? Me, Jerry. Bill. Tell him to wait a minute. Just a minute, Bill. Now, who is this Bill that you've been expecting? Why don't you have me let him in, and you'll see. Not so fast. I'll tell you who he is. He's Lieutenant Wygand of Homicide. Oh. And I'm going to let him in right now. No, you don't. You stay where you are. You won't shoot with the police right outside. How do I know it's the police? You'll find out in a minute. I'm coming, Bill. Stay where you are, I'll take... Oh, but you don't go. Don't go. I've got him, Pam. Open the door, quick. All right. Hey, Pam, what's going on? Help, Jerry. Bill, that man's got a gun. All right, all right. Break it up. Break it up. Drop that gun, mister. Drop it. Oh. Oh. Now, that's better. Pick it up, Jerry. I've got it. Now, what's this all about? Well, you've just got yourself another candidate for that rogues gallery of yours. Wigan speaking. Yeah? All right, cinnamon. Well, this ought to wrap it up. What is it, Bill? I've had Mrs. Morgan brought down to headquarters. Now, you two identified Daniels as the man who was cuffing Morgan around. Now, if she identifies him as the man who came looking for Morgan, that'll sew up the connection. Yeah, but what about Daniels' story that Morgan paid him the 5,000? Even if he's lying, you'll have to break this story or Daniels won't have a motive. Oh, I can break it, Jerry, or at least punch a big hole in it. We picked up a character named Archie Cochran of Palomorgan's. Cochran says Morgan put the money on a horse call happy day running in the fifth today at Belmont. And he was gonna pay it off if he won. But he never got the chance. Here's Mrs. Morgan, Lieutenant. Come on, Doris. I came along with Mrs. Morgan, Lieutenant. I hope you don't mind. Oh, no, no, of course not. Sit down, won't you, please? Oh, thank you. I asked Roger to come with me, Lieutenant. He's been such a comfort to me. Jerry, from the way she's looking at him, it looks like he's more than just a comfort. And I thought she was so crazy about her husband. Maybe she's just glad to have someone to turn to. Want Daniels in here, too, Lieutenant? Yes. Okay, Daniels, inside. What do you want now, Lieutenant? Mrs. Morgan, is this the man who came to your apartment looking for your husband? Yes. Well, sure I went looking for Freddie. So what? He owed me money. He owed you money, and you? And I collected. Archie Cochran says differently, Daniels. Well, I don't care what Archie Cochran says. I say that Freddie paid me my 5,000. And if you can't prove he didn't, you can't prove I had a motive for killing him. Jerry. Darling, what time is it? About a quarter to four. I wonder if we're in time. Bill, didn't you have a portable radio around here? Oh, yes, on that table, Pam, next to those books. Oh, yes. Hey, Pam, what are you doing? Tuning in the broadcaster of the races at Bellewon. Oh, now, now, wait a minute, Pam. Please, Bill, don't you see that there's one way to prove whether or not Mr. Daniels is telling the truth. If this horse, this Happy Day, wins, why, Mrs. Morgan will collect some money. And that'll prove that Freddie bet the money instead of paying me, huh? Exactly, Mr. Daniels. Well, what if Happy Day loses? How are you going to prove whether Freddie lost the dough on the nag or paid me? Daniels is right, Pam. Oh, yes, but let's listen to the race anyway, Bill. It'll only take a minute. Here's the station. And on the first turn, it's Mr. Pat by a length, Greenhorn by one, Katie did, Happy Day on Barney's boy. I don't want to, Chris. I don't want to have anything to do with the races. Hey, look, Lieutenant, if you brought me in here to listen to this, I'll let you know. No, I got acts, Daniels. And still, Mr. Pat by one, Greenhorn by two, Katie did by two, and Barney's boy. I can't stand this, Lieutenant. Do I have to put up with it? Easy, Daz. It'll be over in a minute. Going into the far turn, it's Mr. Pat by two, Katie did by two, Barney's boy by a head, Greenhorn and Happy Day. Come on, Happy Day! Coming into the stretch, it's Katie did on the rail by a length, Barney's boy by a neck, Greenhorn, and here comes Happy Day on the outside. Here he comes, Pam! Yes, come on, Happy Day! It's Katie did and Happy Day. Katie did and Happy Day. They're coming down to the wire neck to neck. Katie did and Happy Day and Happy Day takes it by a head. He did it! Oh, now we can prove whether Freddie Morgan paid you back or not, Mr. Daniels. Happy Day wins with Katie did second and Barney's boy. The numbers aren't on the board yet, but Happy Day will probably pay about four to one. Four to one? Why, Daniels, if you hadn't been in such a hurry to kill Freddie, he could have paid you off with interest, collecting five thousand at four to one. You still have to prove that I killed him. It must have been you. You're the one who beat him up and you... Oh, just a minute, Mrs. Morgan. Bill, when you called Mrs. Morgan to ask her to come down here, what did you tell her? That I want her to come down here, that's all. Are you sure? Yes. You didn't tell her about Archie Cochran, what he told you? No. I see. Well, but then how did Mr. Gray know how much Freddie Morgan had bet on Happy Day? Why, why I didn't? But you just said to Mr. Daniels that if he'd waited until Freddie Morgan had collected five thousand at four to one... Well, you said... Well, all I said was that Freddie Morgan had bet on Happy Day. I didn't say how much it was. It could have been two dollars, five, ten, anything. But you said five thousand. So you must have seen Freddie after he placed the bet, which means... Archie! Doris, you don't believe me, you don't think... But you said the other day you hoped he was dead. Yes, but... You killed him. Oh, no, Doris, please, now listen... Don't touch me! I loved him. Why couldn't you believe that? I needed him, I wanted him. He was all I wanted. Why didn't you listen when I told you? Why did you have to take him away from me? I could kill you, kill you! Oh, Mrs. Morgan, stop. I'll kill him! I don't think you will, Mrs. Morgan. I don't think the state will let him live long enough for that. Jerry! Oh, hello, darling. I'm glad you're home. Now maybe you can help me. All right, what do you want? What were you doing in the coat closet? Looking for the phone book. In the coat closet? Well, I tried the bathroom, the bedroom and the kitchen. Where on earth did you put it? The phone book? Oh, here it is, Jerry, on the phone table. Oh, no, Pam. Why, Jerry, where did you think it would be? The adventures of Mr. and Mrs. North are brought to you through the facilities of the United States Armed Forces Radio Service.
